so now what? i stand atop the mountain i climed through, only to
stand here and feel my feet
sinking
again.
i no longer hear
me
anymore.i am drawing. i am me and
i am a feeling more than i was
inside an hour ago.
in Africa we met and
the space between us
did exist and perish with
an open heart and closer
children.
my skin started peeling
and my nerves started healing
mermaids started drying out
and my iced knuckles
turned into buckled
fire.
if i swim,I'll drown.
can you help me
again ? every time you come
i am lesser than before.
